Sunday, October 4, 2009

I want to be a belly dancer

I want to learn how to belly dance. I want to learn how to cock my hip and wriggle my belly, arch my back and throw my arms up. I want to be ensconced in a pink silk dress with bells on my fingers, and around my waist. I do not find this demeaning at all. It's a celebration of what it means to be women, to be female, to be sexual. I stood there this afternoon, during Brooklyn's Atlantic Antic, a large street festival--- watching the dancers, and imagined myself up there on stage, writhing and whirling to the music, not earthbound in my Birkenstock sandals, my blue jeans and my cowboy hat.

LA Slugocki

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Creator and co-author of the award winning The Erotica Project. Author of erotic short stories published on Salon.com. Producer/author for NPR. MA from NYU. Published by Cleis Press, Seal Press, Heinemann Press, New York Press. Reviewed in NYTimes, Village Voice, Art in America, London Sunday Times.